Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 128: Succumbing

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Elena POV:

This was turning out to be the longest day of my fucking life. And the so-called people who were supposed to help me? Absolutely useless. In the fog of this maddening heat, I pieced together bits of their infuriating little game—Dean was pushing Kane, egging him on to do something. What exactly? I couldn’t say for sure, but it had to be along the lines of claiming me. And let me tell you, I was more than willing at this point.

You try being in my shoes—like being force-fed gallons of Aphrodite’s nectar without a single ounce of release. It was torture. Pure, unrelenting torture. My body was hyper-aware, and I knew that even the slightest friction or brush against my core would send me spiraling over the edge. That’s how pathetic my state had become. And yet, no one, no one, seemed inclined to put me out of my misery.

The ice tub was a distant memory now, though the lingering chill still clung to my skin in patches. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since they’d dragged me out of that icy hell, but the heat was back, tenfold, surging like molten lava through my veins.

I tried to focus, but it was impossible to ignore my surroundings. The room was dim, lit just enough for me to see the humiliating position I’d been placed in. Naked. Completely, utterly bare. My arms were stretched above my head, held up by some kind of rope that cut into my wrists with every shift.

The worst part? My legs. Oh, Goddess, my legs. They were bound wide apart, secured to separate posts, leaving me completely exposed, vulnerable, and unable to close them to seek even a fraction of relief. It was maddening. My hips ached from the tension, but worse than the physical discomfort was the infernal, relentless pulse of need radiating from my center.

I tugged weakly at the restraints, but they held firm. My breath hitched as I realized just how dire my situation was. My heat-addled mind couldn’t decide if this was punishment, preparation, or some cruel game between the two idiots in my life. All I knew was that I needed relief. Desperately. And no one seemed willing to give it to me.

The sound of footsteps pulled my attention. Dean’s smooth, cocky voice echoed in the room, but his words blurred in my ears. Something about Kane needing to "step up," about me being "exquisite." I didn’t care. Not about their stupid rivalry, their unspoken battles, or whatever twisted dynamic had brought me to this moment. I only cared about one thing.

"Someone..." My voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper. I cleared my throat and tried again, stronger this time. "Someone, please, help me."

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, and then Dean chuckled darkly. "Hear that, Kane? She’s begging. Begging for you."

Through the haze of my desperation, I caught the sharp intake of breath that could only be Kane’s. His presence was like a storm—dark, brooding, and charged with energy. I strained to see him through the dim light, my body arching instinctively toward the sound.

"Kane," I moaned, his name a plea, a demand, a prayer. My heat was too much, my body trembling, aching. I didn’t care anymore about pride or propriety. I needed him. Now.

He stepped closer, his shadow looming over me, and for the first time, I thought—maybe, just maybe—he would finally end this unbearable agony.

Kane stepped up to me, his eyes blazing with something dark and all-consuming. Lust, yes, but there was more—an unyielding dominance that sent a shiver racing through my already fevered body. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t falter. His lips crashed into mine with a ferocity that made my knees weak, though they were already bound. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a claim—a starved, deranged wolf taking what was his.

His hands found their way to my back, sliding down with purpose until they cupped my bare ass. The heat of his touch seared into me, and when his fingers dug into the flesh, I let out a wanton moan that echoed in the room. My body arched into him, seeking more of his touch, more of him.

He wasn’t gentle. Kane squeezed, patted, rubbed, and then squeezed again, each action a rhythm, a mantra that set my nerve endings alight. I whimpered, my head falling back as his lips left mine to trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Then, without warning, he spanked me. The sharp crack of his palm against my skin sent a jolt through my entire body, igniting something primal deep within me. The sting was brief, replaced almost instantly by a flood of pleasure that was too much for my overwhelmed senses to handle.

And just like that, I came. My body shuddered violently, writhing against the bonds that held me in place. The release was intense, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough. The insatiable hunger of the heat still clawed at me, demanding more, begging for him.

But Kane wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. His hands gripped me tighter, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "That was just the beginning, little mate. You’re mine to break...and to put back together."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in my core, and I knew—whatever came next, I wouldn’t be the same.

Kane’s eyes glinted with raw hunger as his hands moved to my chest, each palm claiming a breast as though they were his prize. He kneaded and fondling them with deliberate pressure, his fingers teasing and exploring every inch of soft flesh, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. My breath hitched, my body arching into his touch as if offering itself fully to his control.

His lips found their way back to my neck, hot and possessive. He kissed, licked, and nipped along the sensitive skin, eliciting a series of helpless gasps from me. Every action felt deliberate, like he was savoring me, marking me with his touch. Good lord, yes. Ten thousand times yes. What the hell took him so long?

Then, his head dipped lower, and my heart hammered in anticipation. When his warm mouth closed around one breast, I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped me. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak, licking and swirling before he began to suck, his mouth hot and greedy. The pull of his lips was maddening, each motion sending electric currents through my entire body.

His other hand wasn’t idle, either. It remained on my other breast, pinching and rolling the already sensitive nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations—his mouth working one peak while his hand teased the other—was too much, and yet, not nearly enough.

I was a trembling, moaning mess, my body arching against the restraints. The heat raging through me intensified, my hips instinctively bucking in search of more. "Kane," I gasped, my voice barely recognizable as I begged, "please...please..."

His mouth released my breast with an audible pop, and he looked up at me with dark, hooded eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Not yet, little wolf," he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance. "I’m just getting started."

Kane’s lips trailed a slow, torturous path to my other breast, his breath hot against my skin. The anticipation built with every second, and when his mouth finally latched onto the hardened peak, a shudder rippled through my entire body. He sucked with the same fervor as before, his tongue swirling and teasing, making me cry out in bliss.

His hand wasn’t idle, either; it found its way back to my other breast, mirroring the earlier ministrations. He kneaded and squeezed, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. The dual sensations left me panting, my body writhing as I strained against the restraints.

But it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.

Then his free arm moved again, sliding down to grab a handful of my ass. He squeezed firmly, his large hand claiming the curve as if it belonged solely to him. He kneaded and massaged the soft flesh, his movements rough but deliberate, igniting a new wave of heat within me.

I moaned wantonly, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. My hips bucked forward, seeking friction, anything to quell the insatiable fire consuming me. But Kane wasn’t in a rush. He maintained his pace, keeping me on edge, making me feel every single touch, every stroke, every pull of his lips.

"You’re so responsive," he growled against my skin, his voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. "Every sound, every movement—you’re mine to command."

The possessiveness in his tone made my stomach flip, and a desperate plea escaped my lips. "Kane...please..."

He smirked against my skin, his grip on my ass tightening as he delivered a sharp, stinging spank that echoed through the room. "Patience, little wolf," he said, his tone laced with dominance. "I’ll give you everything you need—but only when I’m ready."

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